Heart-Felt Tears of a Child

Life is precious. Especially when it comes to children. As I came home Monday from work, I had that lump in my throat. I walked through my front door, called for Dylan, and sat him down next to me on the couch. Streams of tears fell down his cheeks as I explained that his "best friend", Ian, had a heart attack Saturday morning and was in the hospital. He asked several questions and asked if he was going to die. I explained how his parents performed CPR until the medics arrived at their campground Saturday and flew him to Saint Francis. Sunday afternoon, they were told to say their good-byes because his body was deteriorating and had no brain activity. When I heard the news on Monday, I left work to visit them. His mother is my high school friend, Beckah, and we were both pregnant together with our oldest sons. When I walked into the waiting room where his family was, I saw a family who was smiling, talking about their lunch plans, and happy to see me. I was the only one in tears as I sat and listened to my friend explain the details and how a miracle was in the making as her son began showing signs of improvement and brain activity. As I walked into the ICU, I saw a little boy the size of my own, laying in a bed surrounded by family who knew he would be healed. I had never encountered so many positive people during such a traumatic time. And yet I know that they truly believe that Heavenly Father will take care of this boy and take care of their family. I promised Dylan at that time that we would go visit his friend as soon as he was allowed. In the meantime, he drew him pictures and wrote him a letter telling him that he doesn’t want him to leave and that he loves him because he is his best friend. I love the maturity that Dylan possesses in these matters. We sat down for dinner that night and Dylan asked if he could say the prayer, which we hadn’t been doing for quite some time. He prayed that Ian would get better. I am touched by the innocence of children and the blessings they bring into our lives. I am also thankful for my children’s health and the love they have for others. I hope my friend does not have to experience the loss of a child. I hope she continues to keep this faith that she has held on to and that it continues to radiate towards all those who visit him.

My day...

Beep beep beep beep beep beep...smack...ZzzZzzZzz...beep beep beep beep...smack...ZzzZzzZZz...beep beep...okay okay, you get the idea. I miss my children. The other day Sandro had to be at school early in the morning, so I went in late to work so that I could take Dylan & Ashley to school. I haven't done this in quite some time now and forgot how much I enjoy seeing them when they're happy and content and ready to start their day. Everybody woke up in a good mood and I helped them pick out their clothes. I fixed Ashley's hair and brushed Christopher's teeth. I tied their shoes, gathered their bags, and walked with them to the car. We talked and smiled and laughed a little bit as I drove them to the front of their school, kissed them good-bye and sent them on their way with a little more love on their minds. I had a really good day. I wish I could do that every morning. I also love my job and I enjoy working. I know it sounds crazy, but I really do. I am an Administrative Assistant in a warehouse company that ships crane blocks and it's components to different distributors around the world. Although it is a relatively small company based out of Tulsa, it also has several warehouses and sub-warehouses throughout the country as well as several in various parts of the world. My job is to create the Commercial Invoice for all international shipments and find the best way to ship them. I correspond through email with customers from Latin America to Australia and everywhere in between. I take pride in the accuracy of my work and the ability to troubleshoot problems that my tenured co-workers have. Yes, I am a tad bit arrogant about being able to look up information in the system when others have failed or discover how to save the company money from the errors of former employees and system glitches. I am good at my job. Is there anything wrong with admitting this? I wish I could spent more time with my children, but I also work a schedule that allows me to see them in the evenings and on the weekends and holidays. I can leave work to take them to the doctor and I can take time off when one of them is sick. I work in a professional, yet lenient company that I enjoy being at. This is what makes it easy for me to get up in the mornings after the third attempt from my alarm clock. This is why I put on makeup and fix my hair before lunch. This is what makes it worth being the primary financial support while I put my husband back through school. Because after a pleasant day at the office, I get to come home to a happy family. I get to hear Bebito shouting "It's mommy" through the door and I get to be "surpised" by my daughter who hides behind the couch and scares me every evening when I walk into the house and I get to be knocked down by my son's powerful hug because he is so happy to see me. I get to hear an earful of school gossip from my new teenager and I get greeted by a warm kiss from my "Latin Lover". These are the things that make my life worth while. These are the reasons why I have a good day every day.

Stuck...

You know, I really don't know what to write about lately. I've started a new entry on several occassions, but with no results. So tell me, my reading companions, what would you like to know about me? What should I write to you about?